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However, he was a man devoted to his country and to Her<br />

freedom. Through his tireless effort and his simple piety<br />

he led India to independence. However, in spite of national<br />

and international acclaim, he never lost his humility, his<br />

dedication and his spirit of sacrifice. Rather, the flames of<br />

his true yagna to Bharat Mata seemed to only grow until<br />

he, himself, was the poornahuti, or final offering.<br />

Typically in life, we always want to be in the center of<br />

everything. We always want the focus on ourselves, the<br />

recognition for ourselves and the reward for ourselves. We<br />

do not actually work or accomplish anything meaningful,<br />

but we expend great effort trying to convince all those<br />

around us of our inestimable worth. However, Gandhiji<br />

was different. He did everything, accomplished everything.<br />

Yet he worked and lived with such humility and such piety<br />

that he never put himself in the center. This is a great<br />

message of his life: “Work, serve with every breath, but<br />

remain a simple, humble, unattached child of God.”<br />

Gandhiji still remained silent. As Gandhiji descended from<br />

the train to a welcoming crowd of thousands, the man fell<br />

at his feet, begging for forgiveness. Gandhiji, of course,<br />

blessed and forgave him, telling him only that he should<br />

be more respectful of others, regardless of who they are.<br />

This is the spirit of yagna. This is the spirit of India that we<br />

must maintain in our hearts.<br />

Another beautiful example of Gandhiji’s humility, his<br />

selfless sacrifice for his country is how he “celebrated” his<br />

victory. When India won independence, when Gandhi was<br />

the hero of the country, he could have been in New Delhi<br />

receiving boundless honors and appreciation. However,<br />

he was not. He was not in New Delhi, nor was he in<br />

Bombay, nor in Calcutta. He was nowhere that would<br />

shower him with love and esteem. Rather, he was in East<br />

Bengal where Hindus and Muslims were fighting bitterly.<br />

He was not content to have “fulfilled his mission.” If<br />

humans were still suffering, then he still had work to do.<br />

So, while the rest of the country celebrated, Gandhiji<br />

continued his tireless work to heal the wound between<br />

Hindus and Muslims. This is the spirit of sacrifice. This is<br />

the spirit of divinity. Even when all external circumstances<br />

throw you to the center, you remain humble, you remain<br />

simple, you remember for whom your yagna was<br />

performed. Gandhi’s yagna was for his country, not for his<br />

own fame.<br />

There is a story of a man traveling by train to Porbandar<br />

in the same coach as Gandhiji. However, the man did not<br />

know that the old man in his coach was Mahatma Gandhi.<br />

So, all night long this man lay down on the seat, occupied<br />

the entire bench in the coach, pushed Gandhi, put his feet<br />

on him, and left Gandhiji with barely enough room to sit<br />

upright. However, Gandhi did not fight, or complain. How<br />

easy it would have been to proclaim, “I am Mahatma<br />

Gandhi. Give me room in the coach.” But that is not the<br />

Sacrifice for the principles of right living<br />

spirit of yagna.<br />

However, his life was not only a sacrifice for Mother India.<br />

It was also a yagna of morality, of dharma, of ethics and<br />

As the train pulled into Porbandar the man mentioned that<br />

of truth. How easy it would have been to fight with<br />

he was going to see the famous Mahatma Gandhi.<br />

weapons; how easy to kill the enemy. How easy it would<br />

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